depictions by the rule of thirds; descriptions mostly freestyle words

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In her wake

Bed-head stretches out deliciously
nibbling nanoseconds
her body knows now to rouse
before the need to rise
a breaking of the fast
light and sky to digest
routines to peruse
drinking in the imminence
and just as ‘time’s up’ approaches
she beats down the ultimate count
lest the alarm jangles nerves
sets unbrushed teeth on edge
– daily she slips anchorage this way
setting sail for consciousness
as on a slow-boat to China

One for the Tale Weaver and the prompt: Time’s Up – the choice is poetry or prose
– and time enough to pop it in to the Poetry Pantry

I really enjoyed this image of awakening. “Time’s up” indeed – right before one arises. I like the idea of setting sail. We really do do this each morning..never really knowing what shores we will visit each day!

Oh my, this is so well done — the wakefulness, both literal and metaphorical, arrives in such a stream and every step that is taken counts in its own element. I really liked your closing: the image and the resonant thought is well caricatured in every line of this verse.
-HA